“Cut my damn thumb.” He frowns and shakes his hand.
“Let me see.”
“Why so you can fucking put a curse on me for me to get warts or some shit?”
I roll my eyes but can’t resist fucking with him. He’s making it way too easy. “I was going to try to undo what is done. That jar you broke...this is bad.”
His thick brows shoot up. “What? Just spit it out.”
“I’m afraid you’re going to fall madly in love with me now.” I lift a shoulder. “It’s a love spell, and when you cut your thumb, you invoked the incantation.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
I shove his shoulder back. “You’re way too easy. I’m not a witch. Love spells aren’t real. I’m totally fucking with you. There’s no such thing as curses or hexes. It’s all in your head. Power of the mind and all that.”
“Then explain my bad luck since I pissed you off.”
“You manifested it.”
“I gave myself bad luck?” he snorts.
“Afraid so. I’m sorry to disappoint you and to answer your next question. No, you won’t fall in love with me... I mean unless you want to.”
He visibly gulps and I wonder if the idea of falling in love with me is truly that terrifying?
“You got a bathroom?”
“Out back two trees to your left.”
“What?”
I laugh. “Are you okay? Never mind.” I shake my head. “Two doors to the right. I’m going to clean this up.”
He scrambles away from me like I’m a dangerous bomb that is set to detonate any second now.